During these days, William Carter had seen Little Grace in battle several times. At those moments, she was brave and agile, fierce and formidable, able to turn almost anything into a weapon—one of the best hunters in this jungle. If it came to a head-on fight, the clumsy William Carter, even if he split into ten, would probably be torn apart one by one in an instant. Yet, this very woman was incomparably gentle and submissive in front of William Carter. Every time he thought of the contrast between these two sides, William Carter couldn’t help but have the urge to pin the girl before him down on the bed. There really are dark places in the human heart—this much is true.

Many times, he still had to restrain himself. Although Little Grace never resisted his advances, such desires came far too frequently. If he acted on them every time, he feared he would soon be utterly spent.

Back in the room, he placed Little Grace back into the bedding on the bamboo bed. The quilt was made from their old travel tent, stuffed with fluffy dried flowers gathered from the forest in autumn. Not only was it warm and soft, but it also gave off a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The forest was full of treasures, such as the tough bamboo branches that formed the main structure of the house. He had spent a month collecting these bamboos, which were so hard that even a Damascus knife could barely cut them. After all, he was reluctant to use that knife for chopping trees, so he burned the bamboo down one by one with a torch. But later, he realized how troublesome this was. After he had collected most of the bamboo he needed, one day, Storm, who had been following him, suddenly sprang into action, biting through an entire patch of bamboo one stalk at a time. William Carter was dumbfounded, but he understood that Storm finally saw him as a friend, not just as an accessory to Little Grace.

Then there were the broad leaves currently used as towels—these highly absorbent leaves were also what Little Grace used as sanitary pads. There was a little story behind this. It was the third day after the full moon. That day, Little Grace had been out all day and seemed a bit listless when she returned, but that night, when William Carter undressed her, she still clumsily responded to him. The next day, she left again before dawn. William Carter was a bit puzzled but had no way to find out. It was only when he went to the stream to wash up during the day that he discovered the problem. At that time, Little Grace was sitting naked in the stream, staring dazedly at the blood trickling between her parted legs. When William Carter hurriedly carried her out of the water, her forehead was already burning with fever.

It turned out that her period had started the day before. She must have always soaked in the stream during such times in the past. But no matter how strong Little Grace's body was, this would inevitably take a toll on her health. Last night, William Carter had been with her several times, and after soaking in the water again this morning, she finally couldn’t take it and developed a fever.

Carrying Little Grace back to the cave, William Carter was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. There was no medicine in the backpack he had brought. Damn it, how could he have forgotten to bring medicine? He was going up the mountain, after all! At that moment, he truly hated himself—whether for not bringing medicine or for his actions the previous night, it was all unforgivable!

There wasn’t much he could do. He found a large, concave leaf, hung it over the fire to boil water, then wrapped Little Grace tightly in clothes, holding her close as if afraid she would suddenly disappear, massaging her lower abdomen with one hand. Sensing William Carter's anxiety, Little Grace hugged him back and forced a smile, softly murmuring “ah ah.” At that moment, William Carter finally broke down in tears.

What should I do, what should I do, what if something happens to Little Grace...

As Little Grace stuck out her tongue to lick away the tears streaming down his face, his heart felt as if it were being wrenched. He kept praying to any god he had never believed in before. Only then did he realize that Little Grace had become as important to him as life itself—utterly indispensable.

Yes, if she died, he would die too!

When the water boiled, he put the towel and absorbent leaves in, burning several blisters on his hands. He endured the pain and took them out, and after they cooled a bit, he placed one on Little Grace's forehead and one on her lower abdomen. Little Grace lay in his arms, picked up his burned hand, and lovingly licked the reddened wounds...

Fortunately, Little Grace was naturally robust. In the past, she had always toughed out winter colds, and by the next day, she had recovered her health. William Carter quickly picked many leaves, dried them, and gave them to her as sanitary pads. Because of this, William Carter felt guilty for a long time. From then on, it wasn’t just Little Grace caring for William Carter; William Carter also began to learn to take care of Little Grace in every way. After all, she was just a girl, not an invulnerable giant.

Thinking of that incident, William Carter still felt lingering fear. Stroking Little Grace's smooth cheek, a warm feeling rose in William Carter's heart. Little Grace snuggled into the quilt, then reached out and tugged at him: “Will, sleep with me.”

“Okay.” The sun was about to rise, but winter was the perfect season to stay in bed. He took off his clothes and slipped under the covers, holding Little Grace's soft body in his arms. The rustling sounds outside the door were from Storm or Angus going out to hunt for food. In fact, when the weather turned cold, William Carter had already prepared plenty of food for them, but as the leaders, the two wolves still had the duty to lead the pack in foraging, so they had to go out every day.